I lost my ID at a bar in Greenville on New Year's Eve. It was the only thing I had left that tied me to the west coast. Despite the hassle of having to fly without one, I found the timing to be profoundly symbolic. 
It's been a wild, heartbreaking, and exciting two months but I officially made it to my final destination. 
Hiiiiii New York. I'm hommmmeeeeeee.